It's Monday: can't get out of bed. It's Tuesday: A gas bill that's red. It's Wednesday: a bruise. It's Thursday: blown fuse. It's Friday: Hooray! Still not dead!
A nod is as good as a wink To a blind horse. But pause now and think All this nodding and winking And unseemly blinking Could drive the poor creature to drink
A friend mailed me this one: There was a young lady of Niger who smiled as she rode on a tiger. They returned from the ride with the lady inside and the smile on the face of the tiger.